Sense for Good

”Everything’s gonna make sense one day,” I tell her. “One day, it will all be okay,”

“That’s a nice thought,”

she says, even though I know she doesn’t believe it.

It’s not quite a lie, but there’s beauty in hope, so I let it slide.

And what do I know?

We’ll only know it’s true

when comes that day

when it really is all okay,

the day I told her about

so many times

during the mental storms,

the endless twitch of concentration,

a mind plauged

with a devout dedication

to being anywhere

but whereever here may be.

A rogue disposed to wandering away from where it doesn’t feel okay

even over there,

anywhere but here,

“please, just take the pain away.”


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